The Jordan Rules Lyrics

This is what the Jordan Rules were

On the wings, we're going to push him to the elbow

And we're not going to let him drive to the baseline

Number two, when he's on top, we're going to influence him to his left

When he got the ball in the low post, we're going to trap him from the top

That's the Jordan Rules

I got the St. Louis Blues

I survived the jordan rules

New York, LA, back to Chicago

It's windy in my city, too

Yeah

First off, The Jordan Rules don't apply to me

On second hand, I'm the wave

Don't say hi to me

When I was born, I fell out the sky

Landed in sneaks

My shoe game so sleek, I haven't reached my peak

A boo, a choo

You know how I do

No subliminal shots

DJ Clue

Yes, Surge

I'm the glue

Yes, Surge

I got the glows too a direct hit

I directed it

Better not touch my precious mic

Yikes, this beat slaps mic

Ike, run your career over with a trike bike

I'm back for more

This is my sport

When I retire, you can have it back, of course

I skipped practice

I don't like to rehearse

My album deserves a hov verse

I sold merch

A plain white t-shirt

Pots and pans that stove work

Heat check

Mom, check my temp

MJ verse

Shawn Kemp

I rock a glove just to show the rock love

Mad handles don't get crossed up

Akon

I never was locked up

My sweet 16

I was shot

Pops said

Let go of the past

We're done with the 90s

Kiss my

I'm mystical

I'm acting bad

Was a layup fiend

Off the glass

I flint stones

Yabba-dabba-doo

I even showed Fazion love, too

I'm from the loo

Now that's entertainment, dude

Feel like I was raised in The Bronx Zoo

I got the St. Louis Blues

I survived the jordan rules

New York, LA, back to Chicago

It's windy in my city, too

I gave y'all bars

Now it's time to go hard

St. Louis Cardinal hat

You made me a star

I was studying

Head in the books

No such thing as halfway crooks

What's it gonna be

I'm Himothy

Janet Jackson so cold

I get no sleep

I'm the rock to her roll

Wyld Stallyns

Hung with Bill and Ted on the private island

Jumped out the phone booth to dial your number

1-800

Surge on the come up rap city in the basement

No replacement

Here's the kicker

I pulled the trigger

Shot your favorite rapper with my Sony

I'm so NY like big homie

I'm from the arch

I'm the spirit and the heart

This black cat emerged from the dark

I got the St. Louis Blues

I survived the jordan rules

New York, LA, back to Chicago

It's windy in my city, too

Yeah

Yeah